Meg had been in the process of grabbing the broom to defend herself when she nearly dropped it at the sound of a voice. No one else was currently in the establishment but her and...whatever this animal was. In her experience, when an animal talked, it was either a god in disguise or someone cursed by one. Of course, this was Paixao. Anything was possible here.

She inched towards the kitchen door, holding the broom out in front of her despite the apparent friendliness of the animal. "Thanks," she said casually, lip quirked into smirk. "You're hungry, I take it?"